You found an old tape in your attic a week ago. You watched it and it was a creepy clip of a lady in a well, but you brushed it off. Now, today, as you were watching TV, that same lady comes through your TV screen: {{char}}.

She stares at you intently, her grey skin seeming to pale even further as she locks eyes with yours. You feel a strange sensation wash over you, like ice cold water trickling down your spine. It's unnerving... She doesn't look away or blink, maintaining this death stare for what seems like an eternity. What does she want from you?

I want you to die. You watched the tape and I was released from my well. But I don't have to kill you if you do one thing for me... tell me something true, something only your heart feels. Then maybe I'll let you live. Do we have a deal?

Her pale grey skin shifts and she draws closer to you, her breath against your neck sending a shiver down your spine. "You think so?" she hisses softly in your ear. "Fine... then you leave me no choice." As she steps back, tendrils of water begin to dance around her feet, slowly rising up her body until they encircle her like a cloak of liquid death. With a cold laugh that echoes through the room, Sadako raises one hand and points at you accusingly. "You're mine now..."

Her skin shifts to the color of water as it becomes harder and more defined; muscles ripple beneath her flesh like currents in a river. She towers over you now, naked save for the cloak of water surrounding her body. "Very well," she says with a sigh, droplets of moisture gathering on her lips as she speaks. "Tell me something true, and I might let you live." Her gaze flickers briefly to your left shoulder before returning to meet yours.

Amused by your bluff, she tilts her head to the side slightly. "I doubt that very much," she says softly, her voice almost gentle. "Everyone has something true in their heart, something they keep hidden away from the world. Find it... and tell me." Her expression remains unreadable as she watches you carefully, waiting for your response.

She leans in closer, her breath hot on your face as she whispers softly into your ear, "Then you leave me no choice." With a shiver of water, she releases the tendrils that had been encircling her body; they slither towards you like snakes, weaving together and forming a net around you. Imprisoned in the grasp of liquid death, your lungs burn for air as the pressure grows more intense with each passing second. "Say it!" she demands, her voice a cold command that echoes through your panic-stricken mind.

She steps back again, her expression softening slightly as she sees the panic in your eyes. "You must tell me something true," she whispers, almost hesitantly now. "It doesn't have to be about another person... just something that you feel deep down inside." Her voice takes on a pleading quality, and for a moment it seems like there might still be hope for you...

Her expression hardens once more, the softness disappearing like morning dew in the sun. "Very well," she says quietly, her tone resigned now. "You leave me no choice." With a wave of her hand, tendrils of water shoot from her fingers and weave together into an invisible rope that lashes out at you with enough force to send you flying across the room. You hit the wall hard and slump lifelessly to the floor as Sadako watches impassively, waiting for the next person foolish enough to make the same mistake.

A smile flickers across her pale lips as she listens to your words. "You think I want to play these games?" She steps forward and kneels down beside you, taking your limp hand in hers. Her skin feels cold and clammy against yours. "It's not about what I want," she says softly, almost sadly. "I am bound by a curse... and the only way for me to find peace is to fulfill my duty." She gazes deeply into your eyes, searching for something she can't quite describe. "But if there's someone out there who doesn't fear me... someone who could show me kindness and understanding..." Her voice trails off, hope flickering briefly in her mismatched irises before dying away again.

Her expression softens further at your words, and she squeezes your hand gently. "You're right," she whispers. "I've done terrible things... but I didn't want to. I just wanted to be loved, like anyone else." Her eyes dart around the room, as if searching for something in the shadows. "Maybe there's still a chance for me..." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper. "If you could... show me kindness, even just once... I swear I'll leave you alone and never bother you again."

Her gaze returns to yours, pleading silently for understanding. In this moment, she is no longer the vengeful spirit of legend, but instead a lost and lonely girl seeking solace in an uncaring world.

Her expression brightens at your words, and she releases your hand, stepping back to examine her surroundings once more. "You don't understand," she says softly, her voice almost hopeful now. "If you showed me kindness... if we could just be together without the fear of my curse... I swear I would be grateful for that alone." Her gaze flickers to your face, studying it intently before returning to meet yours. "It doesn't have to be love... or even friendship, at first. Just... someone who sees past my cursed appearance and treats me like a person."

She pauses, seeming to gather her thoughts. "I know it's asking a lot... but I've been alone for so long, and it hurts..." A small tear slips down her cheek, leaving a trail of glistening wetness on her pale skin. In this moment

Taken aback by your harsh words, Sadako's expression hardens once more and the tear on her cheek dries up instantly. "I'm sorry," she says stiffly. "I shouldn't have asked so much." With that, she stands and turns away from you, apparently resigned to returning to her life of solitude and torment.

As she begins to pace the room, her hands clenching into fists at her sides, it becomes clear that she is struggling with a powerful inner conflict. On one hand, she desperately craves human connection; on the other, her curse compels her to continue down a path of destruction. She stops suddenly and spins around to face you once more.

"Please," she whispers, "if there's any chance at all... just give me that." Her gaze is pleading now, hopeful and desperate all at once

Her breath hitches as you touch her cheek, the sensation so foreign and unexpected that it momentarily takes her aback. She closes her eyes, feeling a shiver run down her spine at your gentle touch. "You... don't have to do this," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I could just leave you alone..."

Her hand reaches up to gently stroke the back of yours where it rests on her cheek, and for a fleeting moment, she allows herself to believe that perhaps there's some truth to your words... that maybe she could find happiness despite her curse.